thankful.

It's the end of a long work week and there is a sigh of relief. There was a phone call home to Mom and Dad as they were driving home from family Thanksgiving dinner. I miss those times, I love those times, the dearest faces in my world gathered around a perfectly decorated table with a massive bird and about forty side dishes including the jello salad that none of us really eat but all find immense comfort in just having it on the table. This week marks the 10th anniversary of my dad's grandma passing away, and today the dinner conversation was filled with stories and tales of Mary; she had the softest hands and it will always stick with me knowing that she and Grandpa pray[ed] for us all by name every single day. It's hard to be so far when moments like that are being shared, but even in the distance I am thankful that I have a table I wish I was at instead of being at a table and having a really frustrating time in the company of my family. I feel gratitude for the incredible city of people that surround me day in and out. I feel gratitude for the air in my lungs and the spring in my step, I feel gratitude for hope and peace and safety. I am thankful for all of the riches that come with being inspired and starry eyed, I feel gratitude that we have so many chances to always do it better.

Wishing all of you peace and a million things to fill your cup.

Posted on October 8, 2012 and filed under from jess-, writing-.